I puked.
Then brushed
And then puked some more
Will you kiss me like you did before?
My breath
Is pale
Smells of some *** and whisky
And *****
And God knows what I mixed last night
Would you dare breathing me again?
My eyes
Are droopy, soggy
They're sleep deprived
They're missing your presence in sight
Would you look into them and quench the thirst?
I've been lost too long
And found not often
I can walk
I can run
I can smile the pain away
I can forget tears
I can hold happiness even in a pensive bottle
I can be the warmth of a hidden sun on a foggy winter morn
I can be so much more that I'll never believe
Would you like to be a part of all that and me?

We Hurt Ourselves
On The Outside
To **** The Thing
On The Inside.